Well, we have hit a roadblock.
I had some spotting on Wednesday night after pilates class, and again Thursday morning after pilates. I had taken it easy both times, but I knew it was too much of a coincidence to not be related.
After extensive internet research and a call to my OB nurse, who tells me to stop doing pilates and to rest. Feet up as much as possible. If it got worse or I had severe cramping, I should go to the ER.
So I was lying in bed with the computer around 4 p.m., watching the Cubs game while Lucy was being a cat and sleeping all curled up at the foot of the bed. I got up to pee and there was a lot of spotting when I wiped and it was definitely red, not brown.
So I laid down and then went back about 5 min later and it was still there so I called Josh and told him to come right home because we're going to the ER. He sounded freaked and of course traffic at 4:30 in Bloomington is terrible, so it took about 15 min.
We got to the ER around 4:55 and then they put us in a room and we waited.
They ordered bloodwork and an ultrasound at 5:45. They took the blood and then told me they would need to wait for the ultrasound tech, but that they would be putting in a catheter to inflate the bladder.
Stop the train, sister. I know from my extensive internet research that most women just hold their pee for a while and that works so I asked if I could do that too. She said sure and then ordered me to drink even more water (I already had to pee) and that it would be about 15-20 minutes.
After 45 minutes of doing the pee dance, they were ready for us.
The tech started with an abdominal ultrasound, and of course she couldn't see anything. So then she said I could empty my bladder and we would do the internal.
I swear I peed for like 5 minutes and it was the single best pee experience of my life thus far.
Then. The. Vaginal. Ultrasound. Started.
Seriously, you have not lived life until you've had a dildo cam in your crotch.
There's a party in my vagina, and the invitations are in the mail. Didn't get yours yet, you say? It's very exclusive, there's a bouncer and a list.
so, the tech starts moving it around, taking pictures, Josh is asking what he's seeing, but she can't tell us anything. I ask if she can tell us if she sees a gestational sack or an egg sack and she says she can't tell us.
She does ask if I have had bloodwork with this pregnancy yet and I say no.
Then, we're done, and we go back to the room to wait for the results. After about an hour -- AN HOUR -- the doc comes back and says, "Well, we think we have a problem."
He says my beta is great (41,300) and my progesterone is right on as well (50.3) but that they can only see a gestational sac on the ultrasound, with nothing inside. It's called a blighted ovum and it happens in about 10 percent of pregnancies. He said they can't see a egg sac, they can't see a fetal pole and with my beta numbers we should be able to see all of that and possibly a heartbeat.
He tells me he consulted with the OB on duty, but that I need to see my doctor tomorrow to follow up.
So I take it all pretty well, but there's this damn IV in my arm and I have to wait for someone to come take it out. Well, 15 minutes later, I start crying. Cue the nurse! She comes in and I am a sniffling mess and she feels bad and I feel stupid and I just want to leave.
Cry cry cry on the way home. Josh saying all the right things. It'll be fine, at least we know we can get pregnant, we'll get pregnant again, yada yada.
So I call my doctor's answering service. And the doc on call returns my call. She listens to my schpiel and says "I think it's WAY too early to be diagnosing blighted ovums. There is such a large range for beta numbers that it really doesn't mean anything. It could just still be a really early baby we can't see yet."
She wanted me to keep my appointment on Monday, take it easy over the weekend and see what happens.
Alllll righty. Mass confusion. Who to believe?
So I am currently lying in bed, resting. Oh and today? It's Josh's 30th birthday? And we're having 50 people here for a party tonight? And we were supposed to tell our parents?
So yeah, good luck with the bedrest.
This is going to be the single longest weekend of my life.